SUPERNATURAL LINDSEY ! AU.
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evilhandissues~ Five bad decisions in the life of Lindsey McDonald. ~
V.
It really all starts with a terrible bar and terrible music on the radio. He doesn't really have a lot of anything - other people make him nervous. He's the worst sort of fish out of water in the big city and while all the other associates curl up in the corner and laugh like cats he prefers to sit in the corner and stare into his draft beer. He's good at the job, it's the social aspect that he wants to understand. Picture an animal at the zoo looking through glass at the people walking by. It makes no sense to him.
Or maybe he's just bitter. Bitter that the beautiful redhead he'd been eyeballing for the past two days had turned him down with a sympathetic look and his buddies had chided him about the "friendzone". Maybe he's just feeling lonely as hell, lawbooks are a poor substitute for people.
"You look sad."
Lindsey looks up sharply. Blonde, hair so pale it's cascading in the light down around her shoulders. She wears a red dress that the dim bar lights make blood across her body. She's beautiful.
He stops and wonders if it's the isolation talking.
"Beer tends to do that."
"I thought beer goggles made everything look pretty."
His smile is shy, nervous, "...I don't need to drink to tell you you're pretty."
Her eyes go wide, "...You're full of surprises Mr..."
"McDonald." Lindsey said, "Lindsey McDonald."
"Lindsey Mcdonald." She leans across the table resting her chest on the wood, "Would you like to buy me a drink?"
I'd love to is a damning sentence in any situation.
IV.
Flashbulbs. Police lights. Sirens.
No blonde, a brunette. A stocky brunette with a serious look on her face asking him why. Why did you decide to kill yourself? Are you unhappy?
Two officers in dark grey who tell him the lady was wrong and the slashes on the wrists that showed mauling were done by humans. Held hostage. How long has it been? He doesn't remember. Where is she?
"Lady in red huh?" The older one leans in conversationally, "That's what was on the juke box at the bar man. Glad to have you back with us."
Back? No he can't go back. Lying in his hospital bed and shaking. There are flowers, there are cards, none of it matters because he had her. Her lips were on his body, her hand was on him, his most sacred part of himself. The truth I'm a vampire.
Had she promised between the bites, the devotion to bring him to her again? What did he really have to keep him in the land of fake coworkers and people pretending sympathy?
In the smoke he remembers a song. Hopelessly devoted, to you...
He doesn't give notice. When he's out of the hospital his suits and ties are gone. All he takes is his guitar, his truck, jeans and a shirt. He disappears, a name on a list. A ledger - writing off mankind.
He had a choice.
III~
There is a shadow world.
Snake demons and werewolves (fucking werewolves?!) and demons as a whole. The two bump up against each other and it's wind against the trees. The world he knew bows before it. What gets him is there are people that move in these circles. Human beings who look at the things that go bump in the night and scoff. He tries to move his way into those circles but who knew that law school was easier then trying to hunt monsters and dark evil creatures?
A different lack of acceptance. He doesn't let it bother him, it's not because of what they do. He wants her, the woman in red and so he learns over the years as his hands grow hard and his gaze grows distant. The man with no name is perfect for someone who never felt like they belonged. He steps into it and wants acceptance. He couldn't have dreamed her promise could he? Throughout the hours he spent with her, when he begged her to let him go and let him live? He couldn't have.
She was waiting for him. Festering on his soul like a blister. Hell, it turns out at least he's a crack shot, good with the rock salt.
But before each one of them goes to the sky he asks - like Tommy Lee Jones. Have you seen her? The woman in red?
She is a light in the world of shadows, while he fades away.
I.
Dean cursed, "Sam."
Stake in hand Sam goes low, then high - young men. All young men. He can't see where McDonald went. Teaming up was a mistake.
"Sammy any time you want to get the idiot -"
"You know for a guy like this one..." He dodges a high school senior with blood sprayed down her front. The graduating class of Rydell High - thank you and goodnight. Eternity must look better when you're young.
"He's taking his own sweet time."
Dean sighs, raises the weapon bobby built. Stake launcher. It works surprisingly well. Universal studios would be proud as he raises it and aims ...
There's a wind on the grass as the last vampire goes up in dust. The stake flies -
There's a shout and McDonald is on the grass with the wood in his heart. The woman in the red dress staring down at him shocked.
"Did he just..."
"Yep."
She doesn't spare the man on the ground a glance. He's crying - wood buried in his chest, "...Hang on man, hang on -"
Lindsey shoves Dean off without a word, "...I spent years...years chasing her down. I had to know. After what she did to me..." His sleeves are rolled up to reveal marks - long slash marks, "She promised."
Blood bubbles up between his lips, "But she laughed at me and said that was how things worked here. I just wanted..."
Dean puts two and two together as Sammy meets his gaze. Leading the students. Covering up disappearances, the whole start of the rotten case of the missing students of Rydell High. Dean stands up and both men feel a stab of pity.
"...He made a big mistake in the end."
"Did he?"
They leave the body there. There's nothing else they can do.
V.
It really all starts with a terrible bar and terrible music on the radio. He doesn't really have a lot of anything - other people make him nervous. He's the worst sort of fish out of water in the big city and while all the other associates curl up in the corner and laugh like cats he prefers to sit in the corner and stare into his draft beer. He's good at the job, it's the social aspect that he wants to understand. Picture an animal at the zoo looking through glass at the people walking by. It makes no sense to him.
Or maybe he's just bitter. Bitter that the beautiful redhead he'd been eyeballing for the past two days had turned him down with a sympathetic look and his buddies had chided him about the "friendzone". Maybe he's just feeling lonely as hell, lawbooks are a poor substitute for people.
"You look sad."
Lindsey looks up sharply. Blonde, hair so pale it's cascading in the light down around her shoulders. She wears a red dress that the dim bar lights make blood across her body. She's beautiful.
He stops and wonders if it's the isolation talking.
"Beer tends to do that."
"I thought beer goggles made everything look pretty."
His smile is shy, nervous, "...I don't need to drink to tell you you're pretty."
Her eyes go wide, "...You're full of surprises Mr..."
"McDonald." Lindsey said, "Lindsey McDonald."
"Lindsey Mcdonald." She leans across the table resting her chest on the wood, "Would you like to buy me a drink?"
I'd love to is a damning sentence in any situation.
IV.
Flashbulbs. Police lights. Sirens.
No blonde, a brunette. A stocky brunette with a serious look on her face asking him why. Why did you decide to kill yourself? Are you unhappy?
Two officers in dark grey who tell him the lady was wrong and the slashes on the wrists that showed mauling were done by humans. Held hostage. How long has it been? He doesn't remember. Where is she?
"Lady in red huh?" The older one leans in conversationally, "That's what was on the juke box at the bar man. Glad to have you back with us."
Back? No he can't go back. Lying in his hospital bed and shaking. There are flowers, there are cards, none of it matters because he had her. Her lips were on his body, her hand was on him, his most sacred part of himself. The truth I'm a vampire.
Had she promised between the bites, the devotion to bring him to her again? What did he really have to keep him in the land of fake coworkers and people pretending sympathy?
In the smoke he remembers a song. Hopelessly devoted, to you...
He doesn't give notice. When he's out of the hospital his suits and ties are gone. All he takes is his guitar, his truck, jeans and a shirt. He disappears, a name on a list. A ledger - writing off mankind.
He had a choice.
III~
There is a shadow world.
Snake demons and werewolves (fucking werewolves?!) and demons as a whole. The two bump up against each other and it's wind against the trees. The world he knew bows before it. What gets him is there are people that move in these circles. Human beings who look at the things that go bump in the night and scoff. He tries to move his way into those circles but who knew that law school was easier then trying to hunt monsters and dark evil creatures?
A different lack of acceptance. He doesn't let it bother him, it's not because of what they do. He wants her, the woman in red and so he learns over the years as his hands grow hard and his gaze grows distant. The man with no name is perfect for someone who never felt like they belonged. He steps into it and wants acceptance. He couldn't have dreamed her promise could he? Throughout the hours he spent with her, when he begged her to let him go and let him live? He couldn't have.
She was waiting for him. Festering on his soul like a blister. Hell, it turns out at least he's a crack shot, good with the rock salt.
But before each one of them goes to the sky he asks - like Tommy Lee Jones. Have you seen her? The woman in red?
She is a light in the world of shadows, while he fades away.
I.
Dean cursed, "Sam."
Stake in hand Sam goes low, then high - young men. All young men. He can't see where McDonald went. Teaming up was a mistake.
"Sammy any time you want to get the idiot -"
"You know for a guy like this one..." He dodges a high school senior with blood sprayed down her front. The graduating class of Rydell High - thank you and goodnight. Eternity must look better when you're young.
"He's taking his own sweet time."
Dean sighs, raises the weapon bobby built. Stake launcher. It works surprisingly well. Universal studios would be proud as he raises it and aims ...
There's a wind on the grass as the last vampire goes up in dust. The stake flies -
There's a shout and McDonald is on the grass with the wood in his heart. The woman in the red dress staring down at him shocked.
"Did he just..."
"Yep."
She doesn't spare the man on the ground a glance. He's crying - wood buried in his chest, "...Hang on man, hang on -"
Lindsey shoves Dean off without a word, "...I spent years...years chasing her down. I had to know. After what she did to me..." His sleeves are rolled up to reveal marks - long slash marks, "She promised."
Blood bubbles up between his lips, "But she laughed at me and said that was how things worked here. I just wanted..."
Dean puts two and two together as Sammy meets his gaze. Leading the students. Covering up disappearances, the whole start of the rotten case of the missing students of Rydell High. Dean stands up and both men feel a stab of pity.
"...He made a big mistake in the end."
"Did he?"
They leave the body there. There's nothing else they can do.
